Through the window

Just a wall

Shapes are forming

Blackbirds call

Early morning spirits

Moving hands

Tick-tocking ages

In the half-light of the still

Before the lark

Where I can feel my shadow

Touch your silence

in the dark



Sleeping at the wheel

reaching for oceans before us

for us to feel

together, tonight



Playing eagle

firing eyes

ever willing

sweet surprise

Welling in the belly

Of their chase

Tracing out the angel

In the half-light on your face

Before the lark

Where I can feel my shadow

Touch your silence,

in the dark



Sleeping at the wheel

reaching for oceans before us

for us to feel

together, tonight



Then suddenly

I hear you say

"Time to get up

It's gone midday,

Cup of tea love"

And I realise

I must have dropped off

drifted into dream before the lark

yielded to the ether of our secret world

in the dark